Rising from the ash, spit and reverb of the early, lo-fi Indie rock days comes Chicago’s The Narrator. It’s Pavement before the break-up and Modest Mouse before the blow-up. All That To The Wall is a concoction of sound that’s gritty, lush and swoon, invoking all at the same time. It punches you in the face, puts on the bandage, nurses you back to health and then punches you again. —Travis Ferré